It
is an ordinary weekday morning in August. From
Kalmar draws alight
morning breeze in the central Kalmar.
The stream of cars, which at themajor
intersecting roads Esplanade and North the way for the people totheir
jobs Kvarnholmen, thickens. In
thesouthwestern corner of the blocktraffic
intersection at Spikgatan.
There are a number of well-preserved housesfrom
the past in the narrow Spikgatan. One
of the houses is a red wooden house builtin
1800 on three floors. S
pikgatan 10 it says on the license plate. But
thewall
is also another sign. In
the stands the somewhat unexpected name"GOLDENYE",
written in gold.

Out
of the red house, a man will. He
is 50 years of age andabout
the average height. He
is slender, moving quickly and smoothly as onlya
fit 50-year-old does. Squeezed
into a corner on the narrow courtyardis
a garage. The
man walks up to the garage, open up and go inside.In
there you can see a sports car in orange metallic table. When
the car comes outfrom
underground obscurity we see that it is a BMW Z3.

But
color is not the first thing you think about. It
is insteadnumber
plate. On
it are not the usual combination, threeletters
plus three digits. It
says rather than also the word 'Goldeneye'.Both
the house and garage is also a sign that read "007". It
raises no attention in the nearby houses where the mantakes
off with his classy sports car.

His
neighbors know him long, and they just say that now go "James Bond" to
their combinedcarstore
and James Bond Museum in Nybro. Yes,
and they also know that hereal
name is Gunnar Schäfer. Well,
anyway.
Now is his certain Eurobondtrue,
too. On
the license and other identification documents, it is nowNils
Gunnar Bond James Schäfer.

Who
is he, he Gunnar? Why
does everything in his life, from party toeveryday
life, marked by interest in the Bond figure, an interest that almostthe
nature of obsession? It
is to reveal the secret of Gunnar,his
background, what drives him and where he wants to come, as hehas
written this book about himself.